Friday, July 29, 2005
Yesterday was a bad day. I can only be incredibly thankful that today was better or I might've slit my wrists with a Lady Bic.
There's a particularly bitchy old fashion plate that comes into the library once a week with her very nice husband (he's embarrassed by her...you can see it three miles away).
Once, out of the kindness of my heart, I renewed a movie for them that they hadn't had a chance to watch. This is against policy. Movies are NEVER supposed to be renewed, but like the Norman I am sometimes, I did it to be nice. Bad Andi!
Sunday she and scrubby hubby came in, her attitude tromping 18 feet in front of her, and they plopped their movies up on the desk (instead of putting them in the book return for the 1,400th time) and asked me to renew their movie.
Me: I'm sorry, I know I renewed one before, but I'm really not supposed to.
Mega-bitch: But you did it last time.
Me: And we shouldn't make a habit of it.
Mega-bitch: *super radioactive death glare* She leaves her Wal-Mart sack on the desk and hobbles off in her 6-inch heels and J-Lo sunglasses.
I throw her Wal-Mart bag away out of habit and continue about my business. When she returns to the desk with an armload of movies I check their movies out to them and she asks for a bag. I look under the desk, see that our stash has been depleted (not even thinking of the one she hurled at me earlier and that I, in turn, hurled into the trash) and tell her that I'm very sorry, but we're out. Bad Andi!
Mega-bitch: I LEFT one here when we came in.
Me: *wanting to crawl under the desk away from the snarl*"I apologize ma'am. I threw yours away without thinking. *fishing it out of the trash and hoping it was resting comforably up against a massive snot-clod*
Me again: "Next time you might want to take your sack with you so it isn't given to another patron or thrown away." I say this to everyone.
Mega-bitch: "I've left it up here EVERY OTHER time."
Me: *thrusting movies at her with barely contained contempt* Have a nice day. --insert shitty grin here--
It irked me, but I went on with my day, and it turned out decent.
YESTERDAY, I went to the 'brary for a going away party for one of our reference desk workers. She's leaving to start student teaching (bless her soul). In mid-bite of a roast beef andwich I hear L giggle. She proceeds to tell me that Mega-bitch had just come into the library and was complaining about how I'd informed her that she couldn't get a bag anymore even if she brought it in because we don't have enough. What the holy HELL?
At that point the top of my head popped off and out flew the jack-in-the-box that lives in my head. He boxed my ears and reminded me how stupid it was to keep this job even when I didn't get the $10 an hour I was hired for and the Saturdays off.
Moral of this story: It must be exhausting to be such an asshole all the time, so I'm not exactly sure how people do it.